Left In The Dark
The flame’s gone out.
The room’s gone dark.
I miss that smile.
But the light in your eyes has gone.
There’s no smile in your soul.
There’s not a spirit in your body.
It’s just a shell of who you used to be.
Your flame burnt out.
Leaving everyone else in the dark.
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Elizabeth Elia
I am a 16 year old junior in high school. I've been writing poetry for 5 years, and writing stories my whole life. I write because I can put what I see in my mind onto paper, for everyone else to see, and I love to write; the possibilities are endless. I hope that you, or anyone else reading my bio, will read my poetry. And if you do read my poetry, I hope that it speaks to you, as it has spoken to me. Thank you.
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